Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
UT,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.